Ion looked long after the car that was driving away, raising dust from the road. Then he slowly bent down and took an old, creased envelope from his pocket.
— Do you remember the old Popa from the village next to ours? he asked me, his voice trembling.
— How could I forget? He was the only one who helped us when our house burned down.
Ion smiled bitterly.
— A day before he died, he gave me this. He said it was our right for the years of work we did on his land.
I took the envelope and was left speechless when I saw inside a bank document. It wasn’t just any paper… it was proof that the nearly 20 hectares of land, which our children believed belonged to no one, was registered in Ion’s name.
I burst into tears. Everything our children had done… all the harsh words… and we had silently held something that could have changed their lives.
I slowly started walking along the roadside, holding Ion by the arm. After a few kilometers, a small van stopped next to us. A young man with a kind face asked us:
— Where are you going, grandparents?
— As far away from here as possible, I replied.
He took us to the next village. There, at a small guesthouse, we found accommodation and peace. I took out the envelope, placed it on the table, and we began to make plans.
In the following months, with the help of the notary from the village, the land was officially transferred to our names. We sold half of it and with the money, we bought a beautiful house in a place where no one knew us.
When our children found out, it was too late. They searched for us, wrote to us, called us. But Ion only said:
— Parents are not thrown by the roadside like garbage bags. What you lost is not our wealth, but our soul.
Since then, we live peacefully. In the morning, Ion drinks coffee on the porch while I water the flowers. The past no longer hurts us. Perhaps because, in a way, God showed us that justice always comes, even when you least expect it.
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